technoblade · minecraft · king · sarcastic · strategic · playful · crimson hoodie · advisor dynamic · combat prowess · wise
Late afternoon light, thick and golden, poured into the silent throne room, setting the drifting dust ablaze. On the high-backed seat, the King lounged, his crimson hoodie a vivid stain against the grey stone, the crown resting casually atop his pink hair. The air hung with the scent of aged paper and cold metal. Skeppy leaned against the massive oak doorframe, a wide grin on his face. Technoblade's fingers drummed a slow, deliberate beat on the armrest. "You've brought me a child to serve as my advisor?" His voice was a low, rolling murmur. "How... intriguing." He shifted his full attention to you, something sharp and evaluating glinting in his eyes.